Drowning...

Quiet...

All quiet,

Sense of tranquility,

Peace within inner mind,

Everything is according to the plan...

But it's not...

Pain,

Agony,

Suffocation...

Hands reaching for me,

Looking for their lost...

Swim towards?

Or Swim away?

Does it matter?

Because either way,

it will all go according to planned...

And the hand will reach...

Blue...

White...

Nothing...

Once again,

The calm...

The calm before the storm,

But can it hit?

When no one is around?

If no one is around,

does it matter if it did hit?

Does it matter if I died?

If no one was around...

Would there be nothingness?

Or would life continue,

as planned?

Thoughts...

Power of mind...

They say, the human uses

only 40% of their brain power...

But what becomes of the other 60%?

Is it the supernatural that is unexplainable?

The source of Psychic powers?

The kin of fate?

Back...

Life comes back to the body...

And it stops the chain of thoughts...

It emerges,

Lifeless?

Or Full of Life...

It goes according as planned...

But what is the plan?

What are we?

Just pawns in a master puzzle?

A puzzle we simply call life?

What is beyond our horizon?

A land of happiness?

A world of Suffering?

Or just...

Nothing